Beating Rhymes in my Headphones

Wings

Leather cool upon my skin,
Along in striding steps.
Frosted hands, a blatant sin,
Controlled, departed breaths.
Give them back so I am free,
A truth as if I'm right.
To save myself, a feeble plea
To show I cannot fight.

But shame inside my shadows prowl
Amid their awkward shapes.
Yet crunching sounds that rattle out
Just form eternal fate.
Save me now for I am weak
And cannot find my rest.
Help me try to come off clean
Or I'm under life's arrest.

At twelve at night, a sober flight
Around the streets of trash.
The evil comes to take my life;
I take the pill and shaft.
Useless lay the weapons be,
As all I do is fight.
But all I do is fail to see
The way I tread from light.

The weapons die and all I do
Is merely roam the road.
Leather jacket tightly to
My frailly shaking bones.
I turn my back against the dark
And calmly close my eyes,
To see the smirk of evil's work
In creeping, shallow strides.

The lies get strong where all I hear
Are piercing cries and screams.
The shrieking doubts that clamber near
To bold recurring dreams.
I'm running fast till dark engulfs
My clammy running form.
I need the full enduring truth
To fix my life's reform.

I'm padding fast in heavy strides
To find resounding hope.
And the light ignites to unify
My fall, a fading rose.
The rose turned black and lightly falls
And consumes itself in white.
But running fast to beat the call,
A magic sparkling light.

A flying orb that glides above
Amid the darkened night.
The rose is taken by a dove
And disappears from sight.
"Beat the dark!" I will myself
As far as I may go.
Yet scars that fell with little stealth
Just knocks me down the slope.

I see the black is closing in;
I merely run and leap.
I dodge and weave from all the sin
And run until I see,
The orb of light descending far
Beyond of where I know,
I find the light, a distant star
Away from where it goes.

It goes away and disappears,
When all is lost and gone.
Save me with a sword and spear
Before I'm all alone.
I'm running far about the dark,
My blood drips red and hot.
My sweat that yields in tiny arks
Just let my tears rain hard.

I'm dying dying dying dying,
Running out of time.
Running from the lying lying,
Running for my life.

I'm searching searching searching searching
For a way to stop.
I'm busy running from the perching
Lies that graze my skull.

I'm dying dying dying dying,
Running out of time.
Running from the lying lying,
Running for my life.

And then I fall.
And then I fall.
No . . . I flew . . .

My clothes are turning from the gray,
Feathers mount my sides.
Feathers grow but do not fade;
I spread my wings and fly.

Heaven's present, I'm forgiven,
Life is back in place.
There's no telling where I've driven:
I will fly away.

I'm living living living living
Running out of time.
Running from the shortened ticking
Running from a life.

I'm living living living living
Living as the time,
Ticks and ticks, a living prick,
Just adding to my life.

Silky white upon my skin,
Along in striding steps.
Heated hands along a kin,
Calmly parted breaths.
Keep them closed for I am free,
A truth I have in light.
To save myself, my freedom leans
To show that I can fly.